AN: I really shouldn't be doing this but I am. I know that I'll be too exhausted with school work to update regularly, so let me apologize in advance for that.

This is set almost three years after All That We Needed ends.

Beca is 32 and Jesse is 33 in case you were wondering.

Enjoy and leave your thoughts in a review.

Beca parked her car in the apartment complex underground parking lot at 2:10 am. She stepped out of her car, grabbed her high heels that she had taken off in order to drive, and started to make her way to the elevator.

It was really late so she carefully unlocked the front door and put her high heels down before she rubbed her arms at the chilliness of the apartment.

She walked to the coffee table and grabbed the AC's remote, rolling her eyes at the number on the remote's screen. "And, he wonders why he catches colds in the middle of the summer," she murmured, changing the temperature from 64.5°F to 77°F.

She sighed, put the remote control down and made her way the master bedroom, planning to change from the dress she was wearing into pajamas and remove her makeup.

Walking into the room, she shook her head at the way Jesse was curled up, clearly cold, and made her way to the bed, grabbing the duvet that Jesse kicked off in his sleep and throwing it over him.

Beca slipped off her dress, changed into one of Jesse's t-shirt, removed her make up then climbed on the bed.

She eyed Jesse's sleeping body and leaned over to move her boyfriend's head in an attempt to make him stop snoring.

She had told him to go see a doctor and figure out why he had started snoring but he had been pushing it back saying it wasn't that big of a deal, but it was to her because she slept in the same bed as him.

Some nights, she'd wear headphones to sleep but she really didn't feel like it this night.

She tried for a while to change his position but gave up when he shifted in his sleep and gave her his back. She angrily picked up a pillow then walked out of the bedroom, deciding to crash on the couch, she could have picked the guest room but she chose the couch because he hated it when she'd spent the night on it.

He hated it because whenever she did sleep on the couch she'd wake up with back pain. She knew it and she was willing to tolerate back pain if it meant he'd go fix his snoring problem.

Beca woke up to distant voices coming from the kitchen. She sat up and pressed a hand against her side. Yep, she should have spent the night in the guest room.

She exhaled and got on her feet.

"Morning," Beca mumbled, taking a seat next to Sam, Jesse's daughter.

"Good morning," Sam tilted her head as she ate her cereal and swung her feet back and forth.

"Where's your dad?" Beca asked, looking around the kitchen.

"He hurt his finger cutting bananas and told me to keep eating while he goes to take care of it and be back," the 6 years old girl told Beca.

Beca nodded and got up, deciding to go check on Jesse and ran into him in the bedroom's doorway. She stepped back and took his hand, checking the cut.

"I barely cut it," he told.

"Are we out of band aid?" she asked.

"No, but it's not a deep cut," he paused when she looked up. "It barely bled."

"So, you just washed it and decided you're good?" she shook her head when he shrugged.

"You could have at least put some ointment on it," she told him as she walked him back to the bathroom.

"Happy?" he asked when she applied antibiotic ointment then put a Band-Aid on the cut index.

"Yeah," she put the first aid kit back in the cabin and grabbed her toothbrush, deciding to brush her teeth.

"Why did you spend the night on the couch again?" he asked.

"You know why," she mumbled her reply.

He watched her for a few seconds then turned on his heels. "I'm gonna go finish breakfast," he said and left the bathroom.

"So, Sam, how excited are you that your mom is going to be back in town?" Beca asked when she sat down next to Sam.

"This much," Sam spared her hands wide open as she stretched out the first word. Beca rubbed her back while she smiled at her.

Sam's mother, Sandra, got married. She and her husband Doug went on their honeymoon, leaving Sam to stay with Jesse (and Beca since they lived together.)

"Thanks," Beca said to Jesse when he placed a mug of coffee in front of her.

"How did the show go?" Jesse asked as he went back to cutting bananas.

"It was fine. You went to the VMAs before you know how it is," she brought the mug her lips. "Besides, I was just presenting this year, I could have left right after presenting and no one would have noticed," she paused to take a sip while he cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl in which he mixed the eggs with bananas.

"But you stayed and even went to the after party." He turned on his heels and placed the bowl on the counter.

"I was invited; I couldn't exactly say no to Rihanna," she said and put the mug down. Wincing when she got up to put food for Bender in his bowl. Beca really regretted not spending the night in the guest room because the back pain was unbearable.

Jesse glanced at her when he heard her softly moan bending down to place the bowl for the dog then began whistling so happy together as he made the bananas pancakes his daughter loved.

He was determinant not fall for it. She spent the night on the couch and it made her back hurt because she knew he'd feel bad for it and go see a doctor. He didn't think it was that much of a problem and didn't have the time to do it anyway.

"When are Sandra and Doug flying in?" Beca asked.

"They should get here around 2 pm. Sandra said she'd come over and pick Sam up," he told her.

"I figured we'd stay in today, since there's a heatwave, and bake or something," he added as flipped a pancake.

He glanced at Beca. He felt some tension and was testing the waters.

"Yeah, that sounds cool," Beca shrugged. "As long as your kid is on board, I don't mind," she said.

"Oh, Bec, what if we do a bake off and Sam could be the judge?" He placed a pancake on a plate.

"Eh, I don't know about that," Beca clicked her tongue. "I think Sam would actually want to participate," Beca tilted her head to look at the kid to find her nodding.

"I'll judge," Beca offered.

"Not so fast," Jesse chuckled, knowing that his girlfriend was trying to get out of having a bake off.

"Sam can pick one us to bake with and also judge," he pointed at his daughter. "Of course, we know who the better baker between us is, so Sammy will be on my team," he shrugged.

"Hey," Beca stretched out the word, slightly offended. "Not because you're into baking you get to claim you're better at it."

"Sam who's better at baking?" Jesse asked his daughter.

"You," Sam exclaimed.

"Thank you," he grinned at his daughter then placed another pancake on the plate.

"Okay, what are we gonna bake?" Beca asked, giving in. "Sammy what do you want us to make?" she turned to the kid.

Sam turned thoughtful, taking Beca's question seriously before she answered, "pies."

"I can do pies," Beca shrugged. "We'll go get everything we need for this before I kick your sorry butt at this," Beca told Jesse.

"Okay," he chuckled. "Let's eat and shower first, though," he said while turning off the stove.

"I don't feel like eating," Beca took the plate from him and put it on the kitchen island near Sam.

"You feeling all right?" Jesse asked as he opened the fridge and pulled a pitcher of orange juice.

"I woke up feeling a little nauseated."

"Want me to take you see a doctor?" he asked, grabbing a glass then filling it with juice.

"It's probably nothing," she shrugged.

"If you're not going to eat at least drink this," he said, holding the glass her way.

She took it from him and grabbed another one so that he could fill it for his daughter.

Jesse placed a hand on her forehead, slightly frowning as he eyed her. "Well, you got no fever," he said, cupping her cheek. "Go back to bed, if you want to. We don't have to bake," he removed his hand and took the empty glass from her.

"I'm just feeling a little nauseated." She took a sip from the juice. "I'll be fine," she assured him. The nausea was mild; she figured it was the due to dehydration.

"Okay, you need to shower, missy," Jesse told his daughter as he wiped flour from his face. "Oh, you did not just stick your tongue at me," Jesse gasped in mock-shock. He scooped his daughter and began to tickle her side.

"Daddy, stop," she screamed with laughter.

They baked which made playing with flour, that Beca avoided taking part in, inevitable. She wasn't feeling well and Jesse didn't want to bother her while they had their bake off.

"Bec, start cleaning while I go clean this spazz up?" Jesse asked Beca, putting his daughter down.

"Yeah, sure," she nodded and began to clean.

"Thanks," Jesse grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at Beca.

"Dude, I showered like an hour ago!" she coughed and reached for flour with both of her hands then threw it at him.

"You can shower again," he wiped some of the flour from his face so that he could see. He had to mess with her. He couldn't resist.

"You're sweeping the floor, I'm just going to clean the counter," she told him.

"I'll do the cleaning," he sighed. "You didn't even participate in the flour fight," he added when she shrugged.

"Help Sam clean up and I'll take care of the kitchen," he patted his daughter's back.

"The broom is in the bathroom," Beca said as she reached to take Sam's hand in hers.

"Which one?" he asked.

Beca pointed at the small bathroom near the kitchen.

"Got it," he nodded.

"Wanna have a bubble bath until the pies are ready?" Beca asked the girl that was a foot smaller than her.

"Yes," Sam nodded, swinging hands with Beca.

"Can I tell you a secret and promise not to tell daddy?" Sam asked when Beca let go of her hand to run the water once they reached the bathroom.

"Sure, kid," Beca tilted her head.

"I think you do everything better than daddy but I didn't want to make him sad so I picked him," Sam told Beca, sounding really worried that her father would be sad if he knew how she truly felt.

Beca chuckled and sat on the edge of the tub. "Thanks kiddo," she smiled at Sam.

"We should probably get rid of the flour before you get inside the tub," Beca added as she eyed the 6 year-old girl.

"I'll do it," Sam assured Beca and was about to start then looked up. "I'll make the floor dirty."

"It's okay, I'll take care of that later," Beca told her.

Beca really liked having Sam over for the couple of weeks that Sandra and Doug took to go on their honeymoon. Sam usually stayed with them on weekends but the extended stay was fun. She actually made the apartment more alive.

"Where is she?" Jesse looked up once Beca joined him in the kitchen. She grabbed the cereal box and placed back in its spot.

"She's bathing," she answered. "She'll be in the tub until the pies are ready." Beca started to unload the dishwasher.

"Bec, I figured out how to load it the right way aka your way," he told her while he swept the floor.

"Hooray," she sarcastically told him.

"C'mon I deserve more than that," he walked up to her. "I actually pulled some worth-noting effort."

"No, really, congrats, you finally did something I've been telling you how to do right ever since we got this thing," she continued to say in the same sarcastic tone. "It's amazing," she tilted her head to look at him when he rested his hand on her waist.

"What was that for?" she asked after he leaned in and kissed her.

"You've been back in NYC for a couple of days now from your three days trip to L.A. and we haven't even held hands once since you got here."

"Oh, so you just kissed me 'cause it's been a while," she nodded, looking back at the dishwasher.

"Your period is due soon so I'm gonna assume this passive-aggressive behavior is you pms-ing and stay out of your way," he removed his hand and stepped away from her while holding his hands up in defeat.

Instead of apologizing for being a bitch, Beca continued to unload the dishwasher in silence, choosing her thoughts over talking to him.

She had been thinking for a while about their relationship and where it was headed and it was bugging her tremendously.

Everyone seemed to be getting married just because. And, she didn't want it nor had Jesse even brought it up. She kind of knew that he wasn't planning on getting married again and it didn't bother her in the slightest. What bothered her was that ever since they move in together on their second anniversary things seemed to have stopped moving forward.

She didn't want to admit but she felt like they were drifting apart.

"Be honest Sammy, which one is better?" Jesse asked his daughter.

"Let her finish chewing, Jesse," Beca rolled her eyes from her spot in the living area.

"I like both," Sam finally said.

"Kid, I'm not raising you to give diplomatic answers," Jesse rested both his hands on the kitchen island. "We accept defeat when it's fair, don't we Bec?" he glanced up at Beca who had decided to go through e-mails on her laptop.

"Totally," Beca nodded, placing a pillow behind her in hopes getting a little comfortable.

"Fine. I guess, I like the apple pie more," Sam shrugged.

"You're a worthy opponent, Jess," Beca chuckled at the mock hurt look on Jesse's face.

"The blueberry pie is yummy, too, daddy," Sam added.

"Thanks, Sam," he smiled at his daughter. "You're honest and I really appreciate that." He leaned forward when his daughter held a spoonful of apple pie his way.

"That should be your mom," he mumbled when his cell phone chimed with a text. "Yep, it's her," he nodded unlocking it. "Go get your stuff," he looked up.

Beca put her laptop on the coffee table and got up.

She wrapped enough pie for Sam, her mother and stepfather then helped Sam put it in her back bag before she bid her farewell.

"See you soon," Sam said as she hugged Beca, tightly.

"Yeah," Beca placed a kiss on her head and patted her back then pulled away once Jesse came out of the bedroom wearing his flip-flops.

Beca ran her fingers through her hair and blew a breath as she looked at the front door after Jesse closed it behind them.

She went back to the couch and sat down, busying herself with e-mails.

Jesse was back in the apartment in less than 2 minutes. He tossed his keys on the coffee table. "I'm gonna cut myself a slice, want me to cut you some?" he asked.

"No, thanks," Beca replied.

"Beca, you're gonna have to eat, you know?" he said from the kitchen.

"I know," she said while drumming her fingers on the laptop.

"Your pie is really good," he admitted.

"Thanks."

Jesse sat down on the armchair, took off his flip-flop, and rested his feet on the coffee table.

"Could you pass me the remote?" Jesse asked.

Beca gave it to him then closed the e-mail tab and opened a new one deciding to go on Reddit instead of going through work e-mails.

They spent an hour in silence; Beca going from sub to sub on Reddit and Jesse watching a tennis game he found.

"The place feels empty without Sam," he said as he looked around, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah," Beca agreed, looking up from her computer screen. "I got used to her wanting to learn how to do everything on her own," she said while rubbing the back of her neck. "You got a smart kid there, Jess."

"Thanks," he thanked her and placed the empty plate on the coffee table.

"Hey, Jesse," she started to say, bringing her fingernails to her lips.

"Yeah?" he looked at her.

"Um," she paused. "I think I wanna break up," she closed her laptop's lid and began to bite her fingernails.

"Sorry, you think what?" he asked in confusion.

"I think we should take a break." She got up.

"Why?" he got up as well and watched as she began to pace back and forth.

"I think we lost our spark," she shrugged.

"You don't love me anymore?" he asked, hurt by her words.

"You see the thing is that I do love you but I'm not sure if I'm in love with you which is why I think we should take a break."

She felt a weight lifted off her chest when she finally said what she had been thinking for a while.

"And a break will magically make things clear?" he asked and scoffed when she nodded.

"No, Bec, I'm gonna have to disagree with you on this one. Either you are in love with someone or you are not. If you fell out of love, you'll know it just like I know that I'm still deeply in love with you," he told her while tapping a couple of fingers against his chest.

"Jesse, I stayed in L.A. for three days and spent two nights on the couch," she paused when he stepped closer to her.

"You think I'm not attracted to you anymore?" he guessed then ran his fingers through his hair and sucked in a deep breath.

"We haven't even kissed in five fucking days. Last time we had sex was two months ago!"

"Don't blame it on me. You fractured your pelvic and told me that it hurt so I didn't come near you and just waited for you to say something but you didn't so I figured it still hurt. Also, it's less than that."

"What do you mean by less than that?" she asked.

"We had sex the day you hurt your wrist and the doctor at the ER gave a strong painkiller. You were seriously higher than fuck that day."

"Do you remember when this was exactly?" she stopped biting her nails.

"Like a month ago," he shrugged.

"What?" he arched an eyebrow and the horrified look on her face. "Beca, what's wrong," he asked when she walked pass him and paced to their bedroom.

"Jesse, I haven't been on the pill for more than month and a half," she told him as she wore her converse.

"Why did you stop taking it?" he asked. He knew how careful Beca was. It didn't make sense that she'd just stop taking birth control.

"It started to give me headaches and made me nauseous. I was supposed switch to a new pill but I didn't start taking the new one 'cause we weren't exactly having sex anymore." She took a baseball cap of his and wore it.

"I'll go get the pregnancy test, you stay in," he said resting his hands on her shoulders. "Try not to have an anxiety attack while I'm gone," he said while cupping her face then leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You could be worried over nothing."

"Jesse, my last period was light. Really. Light," she inhaled deeply.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," he removed his hands.

Beca sat down on the bed, trying not let herself have a panic attack, and held her head.

Jesse was back in no time. He had a drug store bag in his hand. Beca got up and took it from him then stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

He rubbed his face and waited. He looked up when he heard her flush the toilet and realized that she wasn't going to let him in so he didn't make an attempt to get inside the bathroom.

Three minutes later, Beca unlocked the door and didn't give him time to react before she paced out of the room. "Beca, wait," Jesse called after her seeing that she was crying.

"I need some time to think," she told him as she grabbed her car keys and walked out of the apartment.

The test result was clear judging by her reaction but he had to see for himself.

Jesse made his way to the bathroom, picked the stick, and blew a breath as he eyed the two pink lines.

He couldn't fight the smile that spread across his face. He knew the tears he saw weren't happy tears so he tried not to get his hopes up.